Ethan and Alice are inside my head
and they ain’t leaving.
Plus I think they do drugs. Lots of drugs.

Such people can I keep up there?
They won’t pay rent. I think that’s ’cause
all their money goes to drugs. Lots of drugs.

They play with the lights.
My head is the rabbit hole
and they keep on going.
My eyes are smoke and mirrors
and they keep on going.

Ethan and Alice might have a drug problem:
they might be running out of drugs.
Ethan and Alice live in a loop inside my head
and as we well know, loops have no end.

My head has limited space and the drugs might run out.
But the loop, as we well know, has no end.